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to a bike like thing. Was that a old motor cycle. It seemed Yondu was a
collector of terran things too. “Been a long time since I rode It but
yeah. And don’t call him….. I don’t want police around.”Carlos looked at the motorcycle, surprised. “I had no idea
you had this,” he told Yondu. It looked to be in good contition. He knocked on
the fuel tank and it sounded like it had stuff in it. “You’ve driven it before?”“Yeah… few times on some random planets. Saw it liked it… took it….” rolls it down the ramp and once Carlos was out shut the ship up tight making it look like it wasn’t even there. He hopped on the motorcycle and starts it up looking to carlos.
Carlos frowned. “You took it?” he asked. “As in, it might be
registered as a stolen vehicle?” That would be problematic of the police found
them with it… among other things.“About…. 15+ years ago yeah. Stole it while waiting for petey to reveal himself…. “ starts it up and motions for him to hop on. “Just point me in the right direction and hold on.” Smiles Erving the engine. He had this look on his face that said everything. He was excited to get riding.
“That’s… that’s a long time, Yondu,” Carlos said, but
feeling better about the time gap he thought maybe it would be okay. He slid
into the seat behind Yondu and put his arms around him. “This road’s a 45,” he
explained to Yondu. “You know how your speedometer works?”“Uhhhhhh sure. Not really. We’ll wing it..” revs the engine and speeds off getting out of the woods then darts down the road. At least he knew how to ride it. That was a plus. He’d tease him by revving and speeding up making him Hold on tighter and grins. In short time they made it to Carlos’s home and he parked up in the wooded area to conceal the motorcycle. “Here we are…..your home.” Gets off the cycle then looks to him making sure the good was up and concealed his face following him tonthe door.
Carlos yelped and he clung to Yondu the entire way to his house.
Getting off the motorcycle he felt a little wobbly – it had
been a long while since he’d been on a vehicle with such crude movements. But
he stopped for a moment and got his balance back. He sighed and looked to
YOndu. They had things to talk about later about road safety.
Walking to the door Carlos was slow. He couldn’t believe
that he was on the walkway to his front door –the walkway that his Dad put in
when he and his brother were toddlers. He stopped when he saw the handprints he
and Mikey had put in next to their Dad’s on one of the panels of the walkway.
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